Another beautiful Sunday morning, well for one who lives in the dark.
It was mid-afternoon , but just as dark as it would be around ten or twelve
at night, and wet, wet from the flood the previous night. A gloom day, to
some, but to Drucila, it was one of her only opportunities to be able to go
out into the world during the day, with out some form of sun burn or worse.
For her, a day like this, was a blessing
Drucila was a typical southern belle, being that she lived in the southern region of Georgia that is. She had a smooth, clear southern drawl. Her hair was a crimson color, most mistaken it for brown. And though she appeared in most ways a modern day southerner, no one from her home could tell. One factor suppressed this notion, her eyes. Her eyes where silver color, and shown clear as day in the night. Scary as they were, typically most of the people of the little town of Savannah never noticed. All they really noticed was her long cotton trench coat she wore that seemed to cover ever portion of her body, including her neck. For Drucila posses a special talent that in her world would classify her as a mutant.
Drucila left her old gray house, on the corner of the little town, at half past five. She headed to her favorite book shop to return a book. The same book she would check out every first of the month, "Blood and Gold" by Anne Rice. It was her favorite story by the author. It amazed her at the detail of each character, and their story, and how closely it related to her. Its almost like she foreshadowed my life and gifts as a mutant, she would think as she placed it back on the shelf. The store owner noticed that his consistent customer was back and hurried over to greet her.
"Good after noon Dru, you're here earlier than usual. Finished already?". The owner was an older man, with a sunny disposition, one of the only cheery people Drucila could stand to be around. He was her friend, and the only person in the world who called her Dru, and she liked it like that. "The suns not out, Jake, and yeah I finished it." She paused for a moment then looked out side at the people who pasted by the window " its easy to read something you felt like you wrote yourself.". She looked down at the floor before glancing back at Jake who through her a little smile. He walked away from Drucila and back around to his counter " Tomorrow school starts I hear. All the children will be coming in here to buy new books for the year. Its going to be very hectic. Will I be expecting your presence as well?" Drucila knew what the wise old man was referring to. It had been a whole two years since she dropped out from high school. It was her senior year. But the mutant fuss had made it too dangerous for her to attend. Especially with what she could do. " Jake, you know I cant go back. They'll make me come forward and tell them about my powers. I cant do that, its too risky. I can never go back to school". She was firm in her protest, but felt love towards Jake for worrying about her. Its more than anyone else had ever done for her. Jake looked content with her answer, then just as Drucila began to leave he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. "What's this?" she asked. Jake took her soft cold hands and placed it in her palm. "Its your last chance.".
As Drucila walked down the streets and up to her stairs that led to her front door she forgot about the paper. She entered in her home, where she lived alone. She took off her massive coat and placed it on the stair rail infront the door, and proceeded to the living room. There wasn't much in the tiny room, a chair and a sofa at most. She looked around the room and a sign of depression came over her, welcome home Dru, to your empty rooms and your lonely nights. She sat down on the sofa and laid back in a comfortable postion. Then she remembered the paper her dear friend had given her. She raised up and pulled it out of her pocket. It was a plain white envelope, with her name written on the front. She opened it up using her sharp long nails, and pulled a paper out of it.
It read: Dear student,
You have been accepted to attend Xavier's School for the Gifted Youngsters. This is a fine opportunity to receive a well rounded education, and experience all that a normal public school could not offer you in the past. We are glad to have you with us this coming year. Hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Professor Xavier &
The X-men
The X-men? What the hell is an X-man? She thought as she folder up the letter neatly and placed it on the floor in front of her. "Sounds like another typical All American High school to me" she said as she brushed the idea off her mind. Then she glanced at the back of the envelope. It had a message written on the back that stated "We're not what you think". This struck deep into her mind. What did they mean by "not what you think"? How do these humans know what I think? She paused a moment before rethinking the letter. She was stunned to realize what the phrase had meant. "Mutants?" she said. She laughed "A school for mutants, huh? We shall see what if this school knows what its getting itself into by asking me to attend". She gathered her coat and the letter, which had directions to the school on the back, and left.
As she walked down the road all time seemed to pass in slow motion and she continued to pass forward at a normal pose. Her power of flight took in and in the cover of the form of a murder of crows she ascended into the air. She arrived at the gates of the school in a matter of minutes, and the crows came together to form her vampiric figure waiting at the gate. She looked around, and noticed a young boy walking inside the school. She flashed her silver eyes and the boy turned to see her standing out side. He looked at her puzzled, and then he walked off, out of her sight. A mutant? She thought. I can feel them, they are all mutants. I hope this Xavier can give me what he promised. She placed her hand on the gate and pushed it forward, then began walking towards the front doors. Her new life was about to begin, and already she had been expected. She was soon to realize that she wasn't the only powerful mutant in the world, and that her talents where going to come in handy in the conflicts she was about to be trained for.
....TBC...
Drucila was a typical southern belle, being that she lived in the southern region of Georgia that is. She had a smooth, clear southern drawl. Her hair was a crimson color, most mistaken it for brown. And though she appeared in most ways a modern day southerner, no one from her home could tell. One factor suppressed this notion, her eyes. Her eyes where silver color, and shown clear as day in the night. Scary as they were, typically most of the people of the little town of Savannah never noticed. All they really noticed was her long cotton trench coat she wore that seemed to cover ever portion of her body, including her neck. For Drucila posses a special talent that in her world would classify her as a mutant.
Drucila left her old gray house, on the corner of the little town, at half past five. She headed to her favorite book shop to return a book. The same book she would check out every first of the month, "Blood and Gold" by Anne Rice. It was her favorite story by the author. It amazed her at the detail of each character, and their story, and how closely it related to her. Its almost like she foreshadowed my life and gifts as a mutant, she would think as she placed it back on the shelf. The store owner noticed that his consistent customer was back and hurried over to greet her.
"Good after noon Dru, you're here earlier than usual. Finished already?". The owner was an older man, with a sunny disposition, one of the only cheery people Drucila could stand to be around. He was her friend, and the only person in the world who called her Dru, and she liked it like that. "The suns not out, Jake, and yeah I finished it." She paused for a moment then looked out side at the people who pasted by the window " its easy to read something you felt like you wrote yourself.". She looked down at the floor before glancing back at Jake who through her a little smile. He walked away from Drucila and back around to his counter " Tomorrow school starts I hear. All the children will be coming in here to buy new books for the year. Its going to be very hectic. Will I be expecting your presence as well?" Drucila knew what the wise old man was referring to. It had been a whole two years since she dropped out from high school. It was her senior year. But the mutant fuss had made it too dangerous for her to attend. Especially with what she could do. " Jake, you know I cant go back. They'll make me come forward and tell them about my powers. I cant do that, its too risky. I can never go back to school". She was firm in her protest, but felt love towards Jake for worrying about her. Its more than anyone else had ever done for her. Jake looked content with her answer, then just as Drucila began to leave he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. "What's this?" she asked. Jake took her soft cold hands and placed it in her palm. "Its your last chance.".
As Drucila walked down the streets and up to her stairs that led to her front door she forgot about the paper. She entered in her home, where she lived alone. She took off her massive coat and placed it on the stair rail infront the door, and proceeded to the living room. There wasn't much in the tiny room, a chair and a sofa at most. She looked around the room and a sign of depression came over her, welcome home Dru, to your empty rooms and your lonely nights. She sat down on the sofa and laid back in a comfortable postion. Then she remembered the paper her dear friend had given her. She raised up and pulled it out of her pocket. It was a plain white envelope, with her name written on the front. She opened it up using her sharp long nails, and pulled a paper out of it.
It read: Dear student,
You have been accepted to attend Xavier's School for the Gifted Youngsters. This is a fine opportunity to receive a well rounded education, and experience all that a normal public school could not offer you in the past. We are glad to have you with us this coming year. Hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Professor Xavier &
The X-men
The X-men? What the hell is an X-man? She thought as she folder up the letter neatly and placed it on the floor in front of her. "Sounds like another typical All American High school to me" she said as she brushed the idea off her mind. Then she glanced at the back of the envelope. It had a message written on the back that stated "We're not what you think". This struck deep into her mind. What did they mean by "not what you think"? How do these humans know what I think? She paused a moment before rethinking the letter. She was stunned to realize what the phrase had meant. "Mutants?" she said. She laughed "A school for mutants, huh? We shall see what if this school knows what its getting itself into by asking me to attend". She gathered her coat and the letter, which had directions to the school on the back, and left.
As she walked down the road all time seemed to pass in slow motion and she continued to pass forward at a normal pose. Her power of flight took in and in the cover of the form of a murder of crows she ascended into the air. She arrived at the gates of the school in a matter of minutes, and the crows came together to form her vampiric figure waiting at the gate. She looked around, and noticed a young boy walking inside the school. She flashed her silver eyes and the boy turned to see her standing out side. He looked at her puzzled, and then he walked off, out of her sight. A mutant? She thought. I can feel them, they are all mutants. I hope this Xavier can give me what he promised. She placed her hand on the gate and pushed it forward, then began walking towards the front doors. Her new life was about to begin, and already she had been expected. She was soon to realize that she wasn't the only powerful mutant in the world, and that her talents where going to come in handy in the conflicts she was about to be trained for.
....TBC...